Well, it definitely seems to be Azwel's cup of tea. He loves sex and he loves discovery, so this excites him even further. He kisses Felih's lips repeatedly, soft moans humming in his throat. His fingers slip into those folds, gently exploring the entrance within them. He's powerfully aroused by now, but he manages to look up at the whirling array one last time. He can't remember its collection phase ever starting so early or progressing so swiftly.

There's a corner of his mind that tells him he should be worried about overloading the machinery. But that would mean he'd have to stop. He cannot do that.

With another lustful moan he guides his now desperate, throbbing cock into those folds, slowly slipping in.